"Of course. We make everything look formal."

Sorrin wakes up last and lets out a yawn as he rolls out of his slumber and goes for a bloodbag as well. Taking his fill, he cleanly disposes of the bag in the trash then goes to get changed, "It doesn't hurt to put in a little extra effort though. Especially when the people we'll be meeting have the power to kill us whenever they want....well most of them do anyhow." Sorrin puts on a clean, mostly black suit and tie look, though leaning a little on the imperial side.

"Of course, but the four of us are dressed very fashionably and I'm sure that whatever Misha puts on will be just as appropriate."

CANADA
BRITISH COLUMBIA
VANCOUVER

As you entered Vancouver, you could feel the gentle mental caress coercing you somewhere. A few hours before, you didn't know why, nor could you explain it, but when you crossed border patrol, you interacted with one or two of your kind without you knowing. Using supernatural senses, you were identified as..more than human, and followed.

Seeking a place to relax and come up with a plan to meet the Prince, the opportunity came to you and, surprisingly, you all decided to visit the nightclub called Luv-A-Fair. It just so happened to be owned by Prince Siegfried. You were approached by a woman named Julie Foster, the Sheriff. She introduced herself, studied you all over, and handed you a note.

"Please excuse myself, due to late night business transactions I am unable to personally come and welcome you to my city. I have directed you to one of my many businesses with the intentions of introductions in a safe and familiar place with many of our kind. Forgive the mental coercion that guided you here. I hope you enjoy your stay and immerse yourself in the amenities of my nightclub and my city. Julia is my eyes, my arm, and my ears. Having spoken to her, you have thus spoken to me. I expect you to abide by my rules. No Kindred will kill a member of the population - you will leave all victims alive. You may feed as you see fit, as long as you do not breach the Masquerade. The Kindred here have a peace treaty between us and the Garou. You will not incite or attack the Garou under any circumstances. No conflict between Kindred will be tolerated within the city's limits."

Alana peers around the nightclub curiously, seemingly studying it and taking mental notes. "Hmmm.... Expensive lighting... Popular crowd... Modern but catchy music.... Dark-light contrasting interior... Mmmm... Refreshments?" She grabs a glass off of a passing waiter's tray, sniffing it curiously for a moment before nodding and moving to sip on it. "Very nice... I'm impressed." After a second she extends her hand to Julia. "Pleasure to meet you." Alana seems to fish a business card out of her pocket and hands it to her. "Please inform Prince Siegfried that he is allowed at The Bliss anytime."

Victor frowned at the Prince's use of mental coercion to get them to the club, marking that down as another reason he didn't care for Princes or politics. He wouldn't exactly complain about the Prince being too busy to see them though. He carefully reads over the note the Foster left them. "I can assure you that the five of us will be on our best behavior. We understand the value of upholding the Masquerade and we will not take any action that results in human death or a breach in the Masquerade. And of course, we'll respect the Prince's treaty with the Garou. Am I correct in assuming that our business is concluded and that we can now enjoy your city?"

(Assuming that Foster has no further business for us)

**** it. We're on vacation, the holidays are approaching, I can put my normal feelings about vampire politics aside and have a fun night with my friends at the club. Victor will order a round of drinks for his friends, asking them what they want before covering the bill and leaving a generous tip for their server. "While I'm not too familiar with Canadian exchange rates, this jacket costs as much as a semester at some colleges. I can cover the drinks, I assure you." He says in response to any possible objections the other four might raise. He gets himself a vodka and drinks it. And when he's done, he turns to Aless and extends a hand. "Care to dance this evening?"

“Although it’s a shame we couldn’t meet him face to face, we are honored to be welcomed in his lands so warmly. Thank you, Julia.” Alessandra gives her a curt bow, but when she looks back up she sees Alana give the woman her card. Alessandra pinches the bridge of her nose and swiftly nabs the card back from the sheriff. “I do apologize for her, she’s... mentally handicapped.”

Alessandra turns and presses the card back into Alana’s chest, leaning into her. “I would hope you don’t go about giving these cards around to the patrons here. Trying to take business from a Prince of all things.” She tsks, disappointed. She leans back, gives Julia a smile, and looks for a comfortable spot to sits down and enjoy herself.

Alessandra wasn’t one for this type of music, but she knew the appeal of it. Easy repetitive beats, quick paced... Something that was easy to dance to without thinking too much into it. Well back in her day—!

She’s ripped away from her thought at the offer to dance, the older vampire chuckling lightly against the rim of her glass of wine. “Victor,” She would start, setting down her glass to the side. “You have so many options in this club, yet you still wish to dance with little ol’ me?” She lifts herself from her spot on the couch she was able to secure for herself and takes his hand. “I suppose it can’t be helped.”

Victor smiles as Alessandra accepts his invitation and gets up to leave the others. "I suppose it can't. I've always had a thing for trying to dance with the most beautiful woman at the club. That's actually how I got Embraced, actually." He says while leading her to a spot that's not too terribly crowded.   

The good thing about clubs that primarily hosted other kindered was that you didn’t tend to stick out as much in the crowd. In a wave of ordinary humans, you could be spotted as your beauty was truly a sight to behold, yet with others like them, it was difficult to pick out that one as they were all gorgeous creatures (save for the obvious Nosferatu). Alessandra appreciated being swept to where the crowd wasn’t so condensed, and she brings herself close to Victor to close the gap between them so they could begin to dance. 

“Is that so? I don’t believe you ever told me the story of how you were embraced, you know? Story time?” She smiled to him to urge the other to indulge her with his story.

Sheriff Foster nods, pleased by the exchange. "Excellent. Again, please accept his apologies for not welcoming you personally. Tonight was a particular busy night for business. Enjoy your stay in Vancouver.

Misha remained professional during the conversation, but seeing as how this was a new place, with new faces, she excused herself and walked around. It was a fancy place, definitely not run down, but well taken care of. The ambiance was dark, and mysterious, and riddled throughout the club were groups of people huddled together interacting in one way or another. Misha scanned the people. Some couldn't care less, some looked back. In a few booths, groups of people who were clearly vampires were erotically feeding on a hapless subject. A stairway led to the upper floor of the club, looking down on the first. Another set of stairs on the second floor most likely led to offices and private rooms. Heavies patrolled the floors making sure there was no trouble. Waiters and waitresses wandered around serving clients. 

Misha wandered over to the bar for no particular reason. 

"Ah!" said the bartender. A man, not too big, not too handsome. "A new face. Haven't seen you here before." he said, wiping a glass clean. "Something I can get for you?"

Misha smiled and shook her head. "No, I am fine, thank you." she said, sitting down. Then she took a stab. "Maybe a leetle hungry."

"Of course." the bartender nodded, understanding. "Would you like some food..or perhaps, something else?"

At that moment, the bartender gestured with his hand, and motioned for Misha to look a particular direction. She turned, and against the wall, like a stripper line up, was a wide selection of humans who noticed Misha was looking at them too. They all looked at her hungrily, wanting, but they did not move - as if on some mental restraint. They waited, giving her looks of wanting, and lust, aching to be picked and taken. "Take your pick. Just remember the rules."

Misha, from her chair, looked them over. "Yes. Misha remember the rules." she said back to the bartender. "Thank you."

She got up slowly, and carefully walked over to the lineup.

"No one's really asked how I came to be embraced before, so you'll be the first to know." He says as they begin to dance. "It was almost 20 years ago at this time of year in fact, the anniversary is a few days from today, and I was at a party back in a club in Denver with some friends that I had when I was a human. There was a woman at the party who was incredibly beautiful. She was Kindred, but I didn't know that at the time, I just knew that every single person in that club wanted a piece of her, kinda like how Alana is at her club. And something in my brain overpowered that little voice that told me that she's out of my league and I asked her out for a dance." 

"Now I wasn't a bad-looking man during my mortal days, but obviously I didn't look the way that I do now. But still, she accepted my invitation and danced with me. I was honestly surprised, but I tried to play it cool and not look stupid while I was with her. She knew what I was thinking, because she told me that she enjoyed the dance. We started to talk, got a few drinks, and she ordered a cab and got a ride to a nearby hotel. We started getting hot and heavy in the back seat and I was in disbelief because I was about to sleep with the woman that everyone had wanted. It turns out that she just preferred to hunt down her prey like that, because when we got to the room, she fed on me. A few moments later, I woke up as a brand new vampire that was confused, sexually frustrated, and very hungry." He thinks back to that night for a moment, one of the very few times in his unlife that he hadn't known exactly what to do. "I asked her what I was supposed to do about these cravings. She told me that I'd need to find a way to satisfy them without losing control and that I would be smart enough to find out how to do this. I suppose that she was right. That's my story. I'm sorry that if it's not as interesting as some of the others." He smiles and chuckles for a second, having just thought of something funny. "Although now that I think about it, it's kinda like one of those things you see in the movies, where the guy dies because he was too focused on getting laid."

Sorrin gives a polite smile and bow to the Sheriff. Once the party dispersed to take part in their own activities, Sorrin went about to see if there were any fellow Kindred to converse with. If no one seemed able or willing to talk, he'd try his luck with the Sheriff.

Misha casually studied the lineup. There were humans of all kinds, waiting, like Misha was a kid in a candy store. Skinny, fat, athletic, hard, soft..men and women of all kinds. They all looked at her eagerly, but not overtly so. Misha started from the beginning of the line and slowly, carefully, walked her way down the line. Each of the humans looked at her in turn. She would ever so briefly scan over each one, keeping professional, never showing the ones she past they were not her type. 

She stopped in front of a young woman, looked at her. Shoulder length blonde hair, blue eyes. Definitely human. She was put together well, took care of herself. About twenty one years old. She was wearing a fur coat. When Misha stopped, it was clear she wanted a preview, so the young woman opened her fur coat a bit, revealing that she was wearing a bikini underneath. She was slender, had curves in just the right places, and a nice chest to top it all off. A natural beauty, a body that showed evidence of regular activity, took care of herself. What was someone like this doing in a place like this. Misha stared at her body like casually appraising a new vehicle. 

The girl noticed Misha was interested, so she opened a little bit more and put some weight on her other hip, inviting. "Hi." she said smoothly. "I'm Ally."

"Misha. So...how does thees work, Ally? I am guest here." Misha asked, curiously. She knew how it worked back home, because when she did this, she was in Alana's club. Here, she was a guest.

"Easy." Ally said. "We go upstairs. You do your thing." She took Misha's hand. "Just don't get too rough, ok? You look like you could tear me in half."

Misha made a casual face that indicated to Ally she wasen't wrong, but would respect where she was and would behave. Ally led Misha to a private area.

Alessandra looked entirely in touch with the music while Victor told her his story, even despite her distaste of the kind of music that was playing. She would let him know she were still listening to him by the look on her face, with the curl of her lips, he could see she was smiling at him, then shook her head in disbelief when he was finished. “Death by *****,” she laughs gently, resting her arms around his shoulders. “Don’t get my wrong, my dear, but there are better ways to go than that. Just goes to show that a lot of men tend to think more with their ***** than their brains. I’d hope you wisened up a bit since then.” Another chuckle makes it past her lips. “Nonetheless, it was still an interesting story, and I am honored to be the first. Still keep in touch with her?”

Alana frowns slightly at Aless as she snatches the card and tsks slightly. "I figured I should provide some hospitality to the Prince should he ever wish to visit us. But fine. I had no intention of giving cards to the patrons." Alana snags a new drink off of one of the trays before moving to find a booth near the dance floor. She'd sit calmly for a while and observe. Was anyone watching her. Who was a kindred. Who wasnt. Was anyone worth talking to? 

If anyone would approach the table, she would happily converse with them, especially if they showed interest in her. If not, she would calmly sip her drink, listening for any song that caught her interest. 

Victor laughs at Alessandra's description of his death. "I'm glad that you found my story funny. I'd certainly like to say that I've wised up since I was turned. My sire definitely made sure to let me know that the penalties for foolish hedonism are even worse for our kind." He wraps his arms around her waist as she uses his shoulders as a rest. "Once I was able to control the Blood without needing her assistance, contact with her became less frequent. The last time I actually saw her in person was shortly before we were all assigned to the same Coterie. She still checks up to see how things are going and sends messages on my birthday, but not much else than that. May I ask how you were Embraced, if it's not too much of a bother?"

On the third floor Ally led Misha to a private room. It was like a cubicle, but furnished very nicely. A large soft love seat was built into the back wall. There were a few small table ends, and the lighting was seductive and dim. Ally took off her coat and gently guided Misha into the love seat. Ally was a pretty girl, not like Alana or Aless pretty, but good enough for a quickie. A fast love em and leave em. It wouldn't matter anyways. Cain only knew how many Vampires have bitten and sucked on Ally, so Misha wasn't planning on getting attached. Ally straddled on Misha and worked her hips in a sexy way - she smelled like sweet sugar. A light sheen of glitter could be seen as her chest pushed casually into Misha's face. Misha's hands touched her and Ally breathed as she felt her hands on her. Pushing her neck to Misha's mouth, Misha bit and held on to Ally tightly - getting her fill. 

After a while of calmly sipping her drink, Alana finally finished it, sitting the glass near the center of her spot before standing. She slightly brushed her hair off to the side as she straightened her outfit, removing her vest coat and sitting it at the table, marking it as hers. This left her in the nice relatively fitting long sleeved shirt and skinny jeans that hugged her curves. She calmly walks out towards the dance floor, making sure to stay away from Victor and Aless to not interrupt the two of them. 

Once on the dance floor, it took her a minute to recognize the song. She calmly closed her eyes, swaying slightly as she studied the beat, letting it control what she did. The sight was eye catching of course. Mesmerizing hip and body movements as she let herself get involved in the music. The others would find this normal for Alana, but it was likely to catch other patrons attention, swaying, twirling, and dancing to the beat, unintentionally accentuating her hips, waist, and rear. 

"That's coming up soon isn't it? Your birthday?" Alessandra inquires as their dancing turned more into swaying to and fro. "That's nice of her to still send you little texts like that. Shows that she hasn't completely forgotten about you... Are you gonna ask for the birthday night special from us?" She jokes with a cheeky little smile. "No need to answer that. It'd ruin the surprise~"

"And since you asked so kindly, I'll tell you my story. I had become embraced after I lost a battle to my sire, Strahd Von Zarovich. The name means nothing now, but he was once a great and fear inducing vampire. Strong, formidable, had this tiny little town called Barovia in the palm of his hands... I was an adventurer back then, looking for something to do, stumbled upon the little town and when I heard their cries for help, well, I couldn't say no." She speaks of it like a fond memory. "So I fought him, head to head. I had a few tricks up my sleeve on how to slay him and I thought I was good and ready to take him on. The fight itself took every little bit out of me, and him, however, in the end, it just wasn't enough and I fell." She pauses a moment, as if trying to find a good way to continue. "Anyways, so many groups of adventurers had tried killing him, but there I was, alone, giving him a run for his money, giving it everything I had to save that stupid little town... He saw my potential and turned me into the undead creature I am today."

"Believe it or not, he actually ended up getting killed finally by a group of adventurers, but by that time I was long gone. I was exploring new places seeing as I had all the time in the world to do so." She gives a one sided shrug. "Then I got jabbed in the heart and slept for a few millennia but that's a story for another day."